OMG OMG the best fruit ever!!!! well...one of the best.abejaruco, you also must have some of those "golden aples" don't ya? i don't really know how you call it, we call it "kaki" or "golden aple", the...yellow to orangy stuff with mushy inside, yuuuuumiiiiii!!!!

I was playing with the words granada, grenade, granate, pomegranate..."The word "grenade" is derived from the Old French (pome) grenate ("pomegranate"), in reference to the general size of early grenades, and because its shrapnel pellets reminded soldiers of the seeds of this fruit."

abejaruco, such a great picture of the Mantis. They have patience, you say, that is cool. Have a wonderful day, best of life. Cindi

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I opened a pomegranate from my dad's garden today, it was very good, takes a while to suck all the pulp off the seeds but its a wonderful type of insanity. I have always been intrigued by the praying mantis, they are a most interesting insect, very regal. I happen to love the fruit from the prickly pear, may have to grow one one day.

I was playing with the words granada, grenade, granate, pomegranate..."The word "grenade" is derived from the Old French (pome) grenate ("pomegranate"), in reference to the general size of early grenades, and because its shrapnel pellets reminded soldiers of the seeds of this fruit."

They sell a spice liquid for drinks down in the Caribbean which is made mainly from pomegranates. It is called grenadine syrup. Always wondered where the grenadine came from...

Ha, I love a drink called a Harvey Wallbanger, one of the ingredients in this drink is grenadine, I love that taste!!!! Have a wonderful day, great life. Cindi

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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee. Robert Service